hey

i feel like the blandest most milquetoast wincest shipper lol. in my corner like i think it would be cute if they kissed and held hands. i think it would be hot if they had sex :)

sunday night affirmation: the anticipation is worse than the experience the anticipation is worse than the experience the anticipation is worse than the experience the anticipation is worse than the experience

the absolute devastating intimacy of a forehead rest. when you are both just so tired from existing in a world that demands you to be a rigid, functional individual, and you finally collapse into each other and just lean your forehead against theirs, or against their shoulder. it’s the physical equivalent of dropping your shields. it’s saying i am entirely heavy right now, and i am trusting you to bear a piece of that weight. and the most beautiful part is that the other person doesn’t even flinch. they just adjust their stance, tuck you a little closer, and absorb the impact. we were designed to divide the burden of being alive.

the samulet stays ON